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Sonnet for Autumn
by Kristina Woodhill
I know each autumn by its shifting skies
Black starling sands from Panaluu verge,
Sense beaches from Prince William Sound, then merge,
Bring with them ocean's redolence, gulls' cries
My desert sky with ocean waves soon vies,
Each day we walk imviewed and ears alert
Entranced yet watchful, waves careen and flirt
Throw caution to north winds, all sense defied
Some strolls we notice sculpted sands on high,
Long lines pretend to phone wires, stilled, a perch,
Or elms, unleafed, are suddenly submerged
With starlit breasts on black-sand clawed beach guise
I count in autumn's hands five million grains
As Mesmer, from his lighthouse, waves his wand
Sends his refrains
11/25/2013
Posted on 11/25/2013
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/27/13 at 02:37 PM My favorite time of year aptly updated in fine poetry, and yet still with the wonderful archaic feel of a sonnet, though nothing archaic about the message or imagery. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/02/13 at 01:20 PM Kristina, this is a marvelous poem from start to finish and how can one not be in thrall of the first line in the last stanza, I count in autumn's hands five million grains? It resounds and reverberates so, like Mesmer's waves. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/26/13 at 04:32 PM The feel of autumn comes through vividly. ( We have enjoyed so many summer views of the ocean and lighthouses that I can picture what it is like in autumn.) |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 02/02/14 at 12:41 PM I am partial to the occasional sonnet, especially one that strays and flirts beyond the boundaries of convention...intricate rise and fall of Ms Mer's visceral voice. |
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